This is a song about "Soil erosion"

The golden roman, an omen caused erosion

My talent should take me places i've never been

You have laid your footprint in the soil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

My soil struck and it produced deadly live stream and ajna eye beams

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Like an explosion, erosion, you need some healing lotion,

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Erosion flow from the ocean, so i'm posting up on a beach

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Smoking a fattie doob from the soil of chernobyl

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

My rapping made you soil